Angela moaned, while he fingered her, then whispered something in his ear. Bruce nodded and Angela stepped away and hitched a lead line to one of the ...iniature mares. She is stump trained and likes it, Angela explained. She led the little mare to a hitching rail and wrapped the lead line to the rail. The mare instinctively turned her rear towards Bruce. He was the only man in sight and she snorted and sniffed in the air. Angela pulled down Bruces pants and made him kneel behind the little. Her juices flowing wet and free around my cock, coating the fleshy pole as she fucks backwards into me. Her neck was bent back, her body arching downward as my hand pulls at her hair and forces her to move in this fashion. Suddenly I stop thrusting my cock into her, withdraw it as I lean back away from her. The suddenness of this, the fast removal my hard cock from her spasming cunt, causes her orgasm to freeze in place and begin to fade back away. " Mmm-mmm-mmm," she whimpers.A second later. You carry it in the palm of your hand towards your comfortable bed, which you then sit upon."Hello," you quietly whisper to the unconscious creature, seeing if you can spring life into it with your voice. You get a closer look at the marvelous yet petite being. She's about the size of your hand but has all of the curves of a regular girl. She looks like a human teenager in age. Her wings aren't sprung out. They just lay vertically against her back for the moment. They are a see-through white in. But it’s not okay.”“I kept telling myself I was okay, when I knew I wasn’t,” she stopped. She wanted to tell him about the drugs, and the man in the limo and everything. But all at once, she didn’t. This was her story. This was her life. Her eyes opened and she looked up to him, “Now I realize something else. I am okay. I am normal. But you, you’re not okay. You are broken. You rape -”She took a deep breath, “You raped me. But it’s okay. I’m not mad. God, five minutes ago I would have married.